Four Hundred Thirty

It's been one hell of a day. My head is pounding.

I drop my bag by the front door and loosen my tie. I'm greeted by the smell of fresh baked cookies, and Alicia and Estella rolling out dough.

"Hi daddy"!

"Hey baby. What are you making"?

"More lavender cookies", Alicia smiles.

"Ahhhh"...

"Ok! Estella...